All you believe in is what you can hold All you can value is something that's sold Faithfully following the way of the world You're on a circuit but
only went so deep, deep A meaningless diversion That is all that you ever meant to me, me, me, me And I am done with your twisted symphony The words that had me sound
say goodbye So breathe in, breathe in, breathe in, breathe out I, I don't understand Why you're leaving me I, I don't understand How without you I can't breathe
pin, L.A. big-wheeler Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank, rob a bank But now we steal shows the cops say thanks Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep
Whoo Hear the sound of your body drip, drip, drip As I kiss both sexy lip, lip, lips Wow Hear the sound of your body drip, drip, drip As I kiss both sexy
I like the way you sound in the morning We're on the phone and without a warning I realize your love is the best sound I have ever heard I like the way
road trips and parties all over the world. This is music which defies definition, but has a sound all of its own. The only thing we can tell you it
Brian wilson In the night timewhen, when it's dark and cold. I find find peace of mind, cause I have you to hold. When were sound asleep, And we're breathing
all the busy main roads, And keep an ounce of dignity, And if I could have stayed home, I would have slept through everything, Turn off my phone and breathe
You Feel Out Of Breath Used Up And Broken Down Just Like A Shattered Glass In Pieces On The Ground Some Days You Wanna Scream But Can't Make A Sound But
room. Up and up toward the ceiling, gracefully it stretched not yielding to the confines of the smallish room. For it pierced an open circle and vanished deep
gangster getting a demon you can conjure up and see If we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus He done creeping deep puttin' those
when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers, creepin livinlife on the deep
even When I leave and flees to Cleveland Now, murder 'em and rest in peace So goodbye, we're shutting it down And now we're prowling niggas from alleys Cloning our sound
what you really need Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar And all a poor man has is greed Woah Sometimes Sometimes I just wanna listen Sounds good
silver screen Into a deep dramatic scene I swim through the theater Or maybe I'm just a dreamer Like a kite in the bright midday Wonder stole my breath
You can hump them, lift them, bend them Give them something to remember Yell out "Timber" when you fall through the chop shop Take a deep a breath and
moved on and im breathing. (?) spirits above the stones and the deamons she belongs in a teaching where there's a throne and a kingdom and deep inside
